There is only one sin. and that is theft... when you tell a lie, you steal someones right to the truth.
I've read that if an avalanche buries you and you're lying there underneath all that snow, you can't tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise.
Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.
A part of me was hoping someone would wake up and hear, so I wouldn't have to live with this lie anymore. But no one woke up and in the silence that followed, I understood the nature of my new curse: I was going to get away with it.
He had the blue kite in his hands; that was the first thing I saw. And I can't lie now and say my eyes didn't scan it for any rips.
Don't be afraid to tell the truth. It's better to hurt someone by truth than to make them happy by lies.